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peter + “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“Huh… Y/N?” Peter’s voice cuts through the room, and across your soft sobs.
You try and shrink under the blankets some more but Peter’s too fast, rushing over to his bed. He falters for a millisecond when he pulls back the covers to see you dressed in nothing but a pair of fuzzy socks, but your crying urges him to collect you into his arms. He leans against the headboard and runs his hands firmly around your hips and through your hair and across your cheeks, humming into your ears. His touch on your bare skin is comforting, loving.
“Babe? Baby, what, what’s the matter?”
You gulp messily and follow Peter’s hands with your own, running your palms across your tear stained cheeks hastily, in an attempt to dry them. Your movements are rough and Peter catches your wrists with a soft ‘Hey!’ and holds them to his chest securely.
“Do I gotta beat someone up? Huh?” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just tell me who upset you, and I’ll sort ‘em out in a second.”
You shake your head, sniffing away the laugh that tries to get through your lips (and the snot in your nose). Peter notices the laugh and smiles sweetly at you, kissing your cheeks and your eyelids and the tip of your nose.
“Ey, I saw that little smile.” He says, and your lips twitch even more into a slight curl as if on cue.
Reassured that whatever has you crying isn’t as serious as to stop you from laughing at his attempts to cheer you up, Peter allows you a little time to collect yourself and finish your crying. As you wipe away the last of your tears, you finally look at him, your vision a little hazy. You give him a brief, sheepish smile and open your mouth to speak but Peter gets there first.
“Don’t you dare apologize for crying babe.” You give another little laugh at his ability to predict what you were going to say, then flush a little as he repeats himself while pressing kisses all over your face. “Don’t. You. Dare. Apologize.”
You get your hands out of his grasp and move them up around his shoulders, adjusting your body so you sink into him, conveying your love and thanks with the contact. Peter grips you tighter, (trying to ignore the fact that you’re wearing nothing) and you press a light kiss to the bare skin by the neck of his shirt as he moves the two of you smoothly under the blankets.
He smiles as you kiss his way softly up his neck and snuggle closer into him. When you reach his mouth he kisses you first, an unusually soft kiss for him, and then he pulls away after only a moment.
“But, really babe, is there a reason you’re.. naked in my bed? Crying? In the middle of the day?”
You just shake your head, your hands moving under Peter’s shirt to run over his torso. “Don’t worry about it, I just had a rough sleep last night and I’m super tired, nothing really happened.”
He stares at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. Just when you’re about to tell him to stop looking at you like that he moves, flipping you around so you’re pinned underneath him. He dips his head down and you can feel him smirk as he licks a line from your navel to your chin. The surprised and elicit gasp that comes from your mouth makes Peter chuckle into your skin before he comes up to hover over your mouth, tantalizing and promising.
Fingers clutching at his chest, sad feelings disappearing from your body, you glance down at him as he flashes you a devious grin and leans down to kiss you, tongue running smoothly across yours, lips pushing and needy and quick moving.
“So, you’re tired.. I’m guessing you came to my room to what, try and take a nap?”
Peter’s question lingers between you as you struggle to catch your breath. After all the crying you were already feeling pretty short of breath and now… You’re whining and gasping for air, your fingers digging desperately into his skin. When you still haven’t answered Peter’s question he wraps a hand around your neck and forces your chin up.
“Babe, I asked you a question… I would really love it if you could answer me…”
“Oh, yeah, yeah, I was, I was gonna come… come have a lil nap…”
“Hmm,” He releases his grip at your whimpered answer and pulls his body back so you’re separated by an inch of air. “But you couldn’t sleep?”
“No… Wasn’t tired ‘nuff” You squirm as Peter starts moving his way down your body with his mouth, going back down the trail he’d licked onto you earlier. He kisses, licks and nips your skin, moaning into your curves. He stops when he reaches your belly button and looks up from under his eyelashes.
“You want me to help you with that?” He mumbles, tracing circles on your inner thighs. “I’m sure I could tire you out…”
You barely have to nod before he’s finishing the trail eagerly, his head going down between your legs and his fingers sliding inside of you. You breathe out deeply and let your tiredness and sadness fade away as you focus on the pleasure that’s forming in your stomach from Peter’s hot tongue and skilled fingers.
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